Moo Moo Mooo
"Man, what is up with my mom and cows?" she wondered as she rolled over in
bed. She quickly shut off the alarm that had awoken her from her peaceful
sleep. She laid in bed for a few minutes thinking. "I can't believe I made
it this far." She muttered. It had seemed like just yesterday when she had
entered Yale. Now it was already her first day of work.
She reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed towards her closet to pick out clothes. She decided on a pair of dress pants and a white blouse. It looked work appropriate and professional. After changing she looked at herself in the mirror. She had recently gotten her hair cut even shorter, therefore she couldn't put it up. Instead she brushed it back and threw on some lipstick. She checked her bag, and grabbed some coffee before heading towards the door. She turned around and starred around her apartment.
"This is my new life."
The drive there wasn't too long. It took about 10 minutes after getting through the fields of taxis and cars passing by. After parking her car she checked to make sure she had everything and headed towards the office building.
"Miss Gilmore I presume?" Rory had entered the building and was greeted by a secretary.
"Yes. Yes I am." She replied nervously.
"I'm Lucy, your boss' secretary."
"Nice to meet you."
"Same here. If you could come this way, I will show you around your work area."
Rory followed as "Lucy" showed her the restrooms, offices, staff rooms, meeting offices, printing areas, etc. The building was truly amazing. It had wooden floors which was unusual. The walls were painted a solid navy blue, giving a feeling of warmth. The lighting was very high tech and consisted of spot lights. Furniture was antique and very polished.
"Miss Gilmore, your boss will see you now."
Lucy had gone ahead to see if he had been busy. Obviously he had not. Lucy led her to the office.
"Miss Gilmore, you may go on in."
Rory entered the enormous office. There were quick introductions then they got down to business. He quickly went through the usual information. She would have her own office, and would be in charge of her own column as well as parts of the entertainment section. After explaining everything for an hour, he let brought her to her office. It was spacious and there was an excellent outside view of New York.
"You said you would like to interview people especially in the arts?"
"Yes" Rory replied. That was what she wanted to do.
"There is a local writer I would like interviewed for this weekends edition. I would like you to cover it."
"You haven't seen a lot of my previous work, isn't that a problem?"
"I have talked to your previous teachers and read about you through reports, I have total confidence in you."
He gave Rory the necessary information needed about this writer and then sent her off.
She followed the directions to an apartment located about 20 minutes from her office.
"My office!" she yelled. Her own office. Time goes by too fast.
Finally she arrived at the apartment. You could easily tell it was an apartment in New York. It had a rugged appearance.. but that's how writers live, she thought. She made sure her car was locked and walked up to room B6. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. She heard footsteps nearing the door as it slowly creaked open.
"Hello," she started. " I'm here for an interview, I'm from the.." She stopped when she saw his face.
"Well, why don't you come on in.." Her legs wouldn't move.
"Jess."
"Rory."
She reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed towards her closet to pick out clothes. She decided on a pair of dress pants and a white blouse. It looked work appropriate and professional. After changing she looked at herself in the mirror. She had recently gotten her hair cut even shorter, therefore she couldn't put it up. Instead she brushed it back and threw on some lipstick. She checked her bag, and grabbed some coffee before heading towards the door. She turned around and starred around her apartment.
"This is my new life."
The drive there wasn't too long. It took about 10 minutes after getting through the fields of taxis and cars passing by. After parking her car she checked to make sure she had everything and headed towards the office building.
"Miss Gilmore I presume?" Rory had entered the building and was greeted by a secretary.
"Yes. Yes I am." She replied nervously.
"I'm Lucy, your boss' secretary."
"Nice to meet you."
"Same here. If you could come this way, I will show you around your work area."
Rory followed as "Lucy" showed her the restrooms, offices, staff rooms, meeting offices, printing areas, etc. The building was truly amazing. It had wooden floors which was unusual. The walls were painted a solid navy blue, giving a feeling of warmth. The lighting was very high tech and consisted of spot lights. Furniture was antique and very polished.
"Miss Gilmore, your boss will see you now."
Lucy had gone ahead to see if he had been busy. Obviously he had not. Lucy led her to the office.
"Miss Gilmore, you may go on in."
Rory entered the enormous office. There were quick introductions then they got down to business. He quickly went through the usual information. She would have her own office, and would be in charge of her own column as well as parts of the entertainment section. After explaining everything for an hour, he let brought her to her office. It was spacious and there was an excellent outside view of New York.
"You said you would like to interview people especially in the arts?"
"Yes" Rory replied. That was what she wanted to do.
"There is a local writer I would like interviewed for this weekends edition. I would like you to cover it."
"You haven't seen a lot of my previous work, isn't that a problem?"
"I have talked to your previous teachers and read about you through reports, I have total confidence in you."
He gave Rory the necessary information needed about this writer and then sent her off.
She followed the directions to an apartment located about 20 minutes from her office.
"My office!" she yelled. Her own office. Time goes by too fast.
Finally she arrived at the apartment. You could easily tell it was an apartment in New York. It had a rugged appearance.. but that's how writers live, she thought. She made sure her car was locked and walked up to room B6. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. She heard footsteps nearing the door as it slowly creaked open.
"Hello," she started. " I'm here for an interview, I'm from the.." She stopped when she saw his face.
"Well, why don't you come on in.." Her legs wouldn't move.
"Jess."
"Rory."